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(Fuck da law) [Hook: x3] I don't give no fuck bout the law Law don't give no fuck bout me Fuck da law Fuck da law, haw [Verse 1:] You can catch me morning up early Beating that rooster yawne The last rider Shoot 'em up bang bang from Orange County Me likes it dirty My eyes tittly tight on this savage journey Sipping on Moon Shine when I'm thirsty Beef Jerky done kilt my munchies Packing two Colt 45's in this land of wild coyotes Blood money savages None of them who really know's me Creep niggas them boys be plotting on my gold pieces They show hating the stagecoach with the gold Daden's Peanut Butter gutts like Reese's and horse's with gold teeth'es They curious about me SongtexteSo da law starting to sweat me I's the new face and town and all the broads starting to crowd me But me see's them not Cause I now its part of the plot to play me close [Hook: x2] I don't give no fuck bout the law Law don't give no fuck bout me Fuck da law Fuck da law, haw [Verse 2:] I'm at the town saloon tiddy bar Where the local's go to get fucked up Mister bartender double me up with your finest stuff Granddaddy's the name here's a fifty keep the change And don't mine I need a little information Bout a train that's coming in Transporting prisoners And I could use a few good men Like my Uncle Mike, Daren, Lisa, Lil' Ayah now what I'm sayin' I wanna know the first arrival Coming in due South from Live Oak And it stay's between the both of us Cause I don't need no hassle's From these nosey ass town folk And that redneck ass sheriff And I'm knowing that he gotta job to do But why should I let 'em stop what I gotta do So I'm stomping kicking up dust in my rattle snake skin boots Desperado let's start some shit Blow up the courthouse in Orlando [Hook: x2] I don't give no fuck bout the law Law don't give no fuck bout me Fuck da law Fuck da law, haw [Talking] Man don't hold yo' mouth open looking like dat there Shit, y'all know it ain't no damn secret how the police been treating my people for many damn years Y'all crackers come round to my neighborhood Acting like it's y'alls Gotcha hands all in my muthafucking draws Man what the fuck wrong wit u? Fuck y'all [Verse 3:] A crooked judge and a racist jury That's just every black man's story So we holding grudges Screaming fuck 'em And all of the Orange County judges And with little remorse I'm choking triggers What ever to free my niggas Shhh!!! Better whisper because some of the listeners be house niggas Field niggas Florida DOC niggas Now them da real niggas From Brunstown to down south with a DC number Riding out Now how about 'cha Give me my forty acres and my million No good Good for nothing Sons of bitches Trailer trash I be collecting the stash The ammunition just waiting for revolution Hold yo fire Black on black, it's dem crackers we need to be shooting Suck up yo pride like vacuums I'm getting tired of flaws in black suits No matter what set you claim It's a savage journey for all of us Whether you live in da street or Beirut Them crackers ain't got no luv for you Look at all the bullshit our folks went through For equal rights for me and you I ain't asking for no favors But just don't harass me Cause you black cops be the worst cops Y'all niggas is voodoo Fuck you [Hook: x4] I don't give no fuck bout the law Law don't give no fuck bout me Fuck da law Fuck da law, haw Fuck da law (fuck da law) Fuck da law y'all [x2] Aus Songtexte Mania